Page 72 of Pocketful of Shame

A pained hiss tore from my lips and I clutched at his neck, dragging his face down to mine, as I breathed through the intrusion.

"Are you okay?" he demanded, voice laced with concern as he froze in place.

"Yeah." Shivering, I forced a nod. "Just stings."

"Fuck, I'm not even all the way in, Ro." Exhaling a ragged breath, he pressed his brow to mine. "Should I stop? I don’t wanna hurt you."

"No, it's okay, don’t stop," I instructed, forcing my body to relax and adjust to the size of him. "I want this." Craning my neck up, I pressed a kiss to his lips. "I want you." I kissed him again, deeper this time. "Do it," I encouraged breathily, keeping his lips pressed to mine. "Take it."

Groaning into my mouth, he sank deeper inside me, shuddering when he pushed all the way in, taking my virginity while giving me his.

"Oh god,” I strangled out in discomfort. "Holden –" Clutching his neck for all I was worth, I clung to his body, while I tried to adjust to the sensation of having a man inside my body. "You're so big."

"Fuck, you're so tight," he strangled out, holding still inside me once more. "Ro, you okay, baby? Am I doing it right?"

"So damn right," I whispered, kissing him back when his lips found mine. "I feel so full of you."

"Fuck, don’t say that, baby," he groaned, trembling above me. "Anything but that."

"Move in me," I begged, moaning when I rolled my hips and a jolt of pleasure rippled through me.

Groaning, he slammed his lips against mine as he pulled out and tentatively rocked into me again, causing both of us to jerk and shudder from the amazing sensation coursing between us. He did it again and again, thrusting in and out, deep and slow, until we slowly found our rhythm.

Feeling my eyes burn from the pressure of having his big body joined with mine, I exhaled a ragged breath and bit down hard on my lip as I arched into his rhythmic thrusts. I moaned loudly, wanting him to break me in half because I could think of no better way to go. His lips scorched a burning trail from my neck to the tips of my straining breasts and back up.

Sweat beaded Sketch's brow as he moved above me, every muscle in his body coiled tight with tension. "I'm close, Ro," he confessed several minutes later, hips moving faster now as his body hunted for release.

"Me, too," I panted, bucking my hips clumsily against his, as the familiar tingling sensation built up inside my body at a rapid rate.

"Any way I can get you there faster?" he bit out, jaw clenched. "Because I'm gonna come soon."

"My clit," I breathed, scratching and clawing at his back. "Rub it."

Claiming my lips once more, he slipped a hand between us and thumbed my throbbing clit. "God," I whimpered into his mouth as his tongue dueled with mine, swallowing up my breathy moans. His hands were rough and calloused from years of playing football, but he knewexactlyhow to use them on me.

Working my clit over with his skilled fingers, he continued to pump into me until an orgasm ripped from my body. "I'm coming!" Jerking uncontrollably beneath him, I clawed at his arms as my body rode the wave of pleasure. "Oh god, I'm –"

"Fuck, I'm gonna come," he growled, thrusting harder. Hips moving at an almost frantic pace, Sketch slammed into me over and over before his entire body tensed up. Shuddering, he pushed himself as deep inside of me as he could get, hips jerking, as a blast of heat filled me up.

Blowing out a shaky breath, he buried his face in my neck. "Jesus."

Trembling, I cradled his head in my hands. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah." He pulled back to look at me, dick still pulsing inside of me. "Are you?"

Nodding, I cupped his jaw and pressed a kiss to his swollen lips. "I love you."

"I love you more," he replied, nuzzling my nose with his.

A small smile tugged at my lips. "So, that was sex, huh?"

He grinned wolfishly, breathing still ragged. "Apparently."

"Yes, that was sex, you inconsiderate bastards," a familiar voice slurred from the far side of the room. "Very good sex, by the sounds of it. Congratulations, vagina-muncher; making her orgasm during vaginal penetration her first time round is impressive. No whiskey dick for you, huh? Alas, you're both virgins no more. Now, pull your bionic dick out of the female and stop rocking the damn headboard. Some of us need a full eight hours sleep to function."

"Goddammit, Quinton," Sketch growled. "You're like a bad smell that keeps popping up."

"And you're like a walking wet dream," Pres called back. "Thanks for the audio. I'll be sure to lodge it in the spank-bank under the labelSketch the giver."

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